I once had my brother who doubles as my "handyman" come over to hang long plaques with hooks on them all along the walls of my closet for my belts and purses. Everytime I would hand him another one, he'd say, "Are you kidding me?!? ANOTHER one?!?" Then at one point he started calling me a "hooker"! I was offended until I figured out that he was referring to all my hooks and not my platforms and stillettos...then I laughed!
Accessories are great. They do so much. Sometimes it's strictly utilitarian. If our pants won't stay up, we put on a belt. We put shoes on to protect our feet. A purse carries important items we need to take with us. Sometimes it all fluff. I can't think of a single reason to wear half of the big, chunky cocktail rings I like to wear on my "pointer finger"...other than maybe in the place of brass knuckles if I come upon an attacker. I will say that I NEVER go without accessories. I have to have at the very least a cute belt and earrings. The plainest outfit can be made "special" with the right jewelry and shoes. I realize that I don't have to have accessories...they are not necessary...they are extra...the "icing on the cake".
The other day I was kinda feeling like an accessory. I was feeling like I don't add any real substance or importance to anyone or anything in my life. Sometimes I feel like everything that people like about me is all "fluff"...all glitter and rhinestones...nice...fun...pretty to look at...but not necessary or essential. It started to really get me down...because I wallowed in those thoughts ...because I LET it get me down. It effected many areas of my life. It worried me. I wondered..."What if I stop looking the way I do?"..."What if I stop always agreeing to help out when it's inconvenient?"..."Would people still love me?...like me?...need me around?"
The more I have thought about this...the more I have realized that I should not feel this way...I should not worry or feel ashamed of who I am. So what if I'm not always serious...so what if I make mistakes...so what if I wear lipstick and cute clothes to the gym...so what if my appearance is what draws some people in. I am still important...needed. Sometimes my silly ways make hard times bearable. My mistakes...they make me human...real...they make it easy for me to forgive others' mistakes. My lipstick and tight pants prove that looks can be deceiving...that you don't have to look like a man to work hard and be strong. Lastly, my appearance may draw some people in, but my heart is what keeps them close. I may be an accessory at times...but I'm still important. I am the belt that people need to keep their pants up...I just happen to have "rhinestones and leopard spots" too...and I actually think that's pretty cool. I may not be ordinary...I may not always appear to be necessary at first glance...but I know in my heart that I am. I may sparkle and shine...I may not match everything that I stand next to...but I am NOT just an accessory. I am much more.